User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20160213205236/@comment-3135907-20160606031229

"Course. Fear a squairlie, you ask soom a' the most redeckuless questchens."

The willow-wood door, well into the process of raising a forest of moss and creepers of its own on its rainsodden timbers, screamed on rusty hinges as it swung open.

A patchy white rabbit stumped out, adjusting his darked spectacles to the sudden assault of sunlight and vibrant color on his quivery old eyes, and muttered a single word.

"Strewth."

Skipper stepped out of the shadows. "Well now. a beast's gone an' slayed Ole Bannel, an' ye want just this pore iggerant squirrel goin' arter 'im?"

Lerro turned and recoiled like an agitated serpent at Skipper's arrival, then his surprise quickly shifted to a scowl. "Begone. Faith, an' I've no need fear yooir hauntin' aboo' me honest 'ome tidday, ye broodin' ferlie."